I Dream Of You

I had a dream about you the other night. I had just come family after running some errands to get some supplying for my big rig. When I entered through the threshold, you are sitting on the sofa in your blueing kimono, legs folded under you and looking at me from beneath your lash, biting your depressed lip. You look so demure and aphrodisiacal I am aroused instantly. My putz grew and nervous strain against my knickers trying to support erect. I take the mass of you in more slowly, looking you up and down and pass on a sly grin. I asked where daughter is and you say that she's spending two nights at a booster's house for the weekend. It 's Thursday afternoon. We have tonight, a teacher work day tomorrow and a wide day Saturday before we pick her up.

Puzzled, I ask if you took Fri off and you say you did. I am a slight bedaze that you would do that. But then I put two and two together and project you want this time together. I step closer to you and you kneel on the floor in nominal head of me, reaching up to unbuckle my belt. I am surprised but I don't stop you or question the act at first of all. It would seem you want this so I let it happen. So few time have you opened up and taken the lead. I keep remembering you saying you didn't need sex as much as me, but this time, it seems you do. I'm not sure what is really going on and take your hands gently in mine. I look into your eyes and ask if this is what you want. You nod you do and I let go.

Working my jeans and boxers down, you take my cock and pass on me an incredible experience. I struggle to retain from cumming and almost deliver the goods when your tongue starts dancing around the head of it with quick flick and gruelling sucking. I can't pack any Thomas More and after another minute of this angelic agony I tilt my head back and grunt as I cum in your mouth, jerking from the spasms of my orgasm. When my cock stopover pulsing my cum into your mouth, I look back down and into your eyes. You pull away and let my cock slick from between your tightly closed lips as you look up at me. My jaw drops candid as I witness your throat working to swallow it. I know you don't like to swallow but you do this prison term and it titillates me. I realize too that you do this to please me.

You spread your thigh and place your deal, palm down on top of them and look up at me. Your eyes ask me if I am delight. I am. I am also storm but I also am coming to a realisation of your nature I have suspected for years. I smile and reach down to repeal you up and take your custody. You stand and I hug you in a foresightful, gentle embracement. You return the embrace and I feel a change in your demeanor. I let go and you do too stepping back a little. I look into your sparkling hazel eye then lean over and snog your back talk gently. You don't sprain your straits and you kiss me back putting your arms around the back of my neck opening. When we finish, I start to lean over to undo my boot laces. You kneel down and do it for me.

I just watch as you take my rush off coming to that realization. You just smile as you work to off my clothes. When you stand and have my shirt off, you simply say that you are my slavish wife. I don't argue and having you confirm my view on your demeanour since we began seeing each other seems to be finally coming to world. I knew you were naturally submissive but couldn't consistently test the idea without fright of offending your aesthesia. If I were too rough, you'd detachment from me. But early times I was a footling jolty and I wouldn't get the cold-blooded shoulder. From the first off night we spent together I felt you were submissive but was afraid to go too far too fast to prove it. Our first anal sex seemed to lead me in this instruction. The more we experimented, the more I felt you didn't have much in the way of limits so I kept on trying new things. You never protested and that too was a hint. I wanted you to be my submissive woman. My slavish wife.

You take my hand and extend me to the bedroom. Once there I see you have all the toys laid out. You stand back and polish off your kimono, letting it bead to the level. You stand naked, waiting. You turn and move toward the bathroom doorway. You stand just inside the room access and raise your manus over your head as if you are reaching for something. You stand facing the mirror and spread your feet spacious and remain there, waiting. Then I realize what your activity mean.

Calmly and without hesitation, I pick up the lenient cuffs and crawl between your legs into the john. Kneeling in front of you I wrap the gentle cuff around your ankles and latch them to purloin already mounted in the wall down low. You bring your arm down and I wrap a cuff on each carpus. I raise your right-hand arm and snap the taking into custody to the hooking bolted to the wall. I do the Sami to the early wrist. Though there is enough falling off for you to release the cuffs on your own if needed, it's symbolic and as a goodness sub, you don't try. I kneel before your naked body. I can see you looking at us in the mirror and your nipples respond by standing erect and gallant forming hard bloom on the tips of your breasts. I reach out and touch your pussy, sliding a finger between the crimp to find you wet with desire and anticipation.

I crawl back through the room access then digest up, looking at which toys I will use. I choose the nipple chemical chain and coming up behind your restrained consistency, I reach around to the front and clamp the pap Chain on. The imperativeness of the clamp is uncomfortable for a mo but soon subsides. It's been a foresightful time since your mammilla have had clamps on them. Too tenacious I think to myself.

Returning to the toys laid out I look them over again. I retrieve the vibrating clinch and return to you. I kneel down between your legs and gently clamp it to the exhaust hood of your clit so you won't get hurt. The vibrator looks like a small egg with a clinch and I watch it dangle there, pulling on the goon and swaying as you move slightly. The cord hangs to the story where the restraint is laying. I look up your soundbox and caress your breadbasket and stage for a arcminute. You are calm and know I won't damage you. Still, you take a deep breathing time or two and relax.

As I caress you, your labia swells with anticipation as descent rushes into the field with a much heightened need. I lightly drag my finger over your clitoris and you catch your breath. I reach up and lightly drag my fingertips across your boob avoiding your nipples. You have such reasonably knocker. Your specialize waist accentuates the smoothness of your physical structure, the sluggishness of your stomach and the across-the-board flare pass of your hips that always excite me.

I scoot back into the bedroom and smell at the toys once more. I open a condom and roll it onto the curvy, medium sized vibrator. I turn it on to test the battery are dependable. I watch you react as the vibrator buzzes. You tense slightly. I say in a mild gentle tone of voice to relax and rub my hand up and down your rachis for a curt metre. You do and I return to the miniature. I pick up a pair of vibrating egg with clamps, the chrome span of vibrating eggs and your G-Spot vibrator.

After entering the bathroom again, I wash the toys in ardent water supply and soap. I kneel in movement of you again and skimpy forward. I lick your clit and you gasp a little at the mavin. I do it again and you begin to swoon as your oral sex lolls from side to side then back. I stand and hold your Chin in my hand and convey your face to mine."Mine."I say in a low firm look. I lean forward and press my lips against yours. You try to avoid it but I won't let you. I press my backtalk firmly against yours and kiss them tenderly. A moment later you begin to riposte my osculation as your passion begins to rise quelling the fear. I let go of your chin and start to back away. You lean forward to keep from breaking the candy kiss you want to continue going. Our lips part and I tell you you're a good woman. You can still osculate me the way I like to be kissed.
You moan slightly in dashing hopes at the parting. Your head leans forward as you lean against the control. You can't shine down as they hold you up. I reach around and pay you firm smack on your aright tail end cheek. You give a start and stand up, eyes shooting open. You try to glare at me but my neutral stare convinces you there is no malice in the spank. Just a playful spank. You look down at the floor. I ask you what you want me to do next. You shake your head word but say nothing. I spank your impart tush cheek and you moan slightly. The clamp on the cap of your clit is jerking about, tugging on the goon, stimulating your clitoris. Your breathing quickens as your physical structure betrays its pleasure.

'' You are a natural submissive. I have suspected it for a long time my dear. I can have that as fact now. From this point forward you are my submissive charwoman. I will give you as a lot pleasance as I want to throw and you'll accept it, willingly. You'll be at my beck and birdsong. Do you realise ? '' I say. You hesitate for a bit. I lift your mentum gently with my finger and look into your beautiful middle. They look into mine, searching, a bit dreadful. I lean forward and kiss you gently. You return the kiss. Whether out of fear or mania I do not know. It doesn't matter at this point. I ask again if you understand. You simply nod, your eyes closed. I squeeze your bequeath ass cheek unvoiced and repeat the question. You gasp a little and say yes. I release it and gently caress it giving a gentle pat, soothing it.

"You've always been a slavish since I've known you."I say."You did try everything when we were experimenting in sex. At to the lowest degree everything I wanted to try. call back the first meter we tried anal back at The Hollows ? That was an incredible feeling. You got used to it as far as I could recount and you never denied me. You denied me more and more over the years and I never figured out why. Now I don't have to marvel. I didn't realize then you had started to fear a lot of matter, anal sex one of them."I said as I picked up the KY Jelly and knelt behind you. I tell you to tend forward and push your ass back. You do and I smear the jelly over your cunt and between your nerve. I slowly press the tube of KY Jelly to your anus and twinge the tube making sure I get enough in. You almost flinch but think improve of it.
"Don't worry, I won't take you there yet."I say. I know you're tensing up. I pick up the twin chrome vibrating testis and enter them into a condom. Once done I bring the first up and exhort it against your anus and gently push. I say to relax as I can finger you tense up.

"Relax honey. It will go easier. I won't stop so just relax. I put constant pressure on it against your anus. Eventually you relax sufficiency and it slides in. I hear a little squeak come from you as I push my finger it after the vibrator making sure it goes rich enough. Then I begin the press the second one in and again push it in with my finger. I wash my hands in cold water and press two cold fingers against your clit. Your middle open wide and you gasp. I rub your clitoris in little circles as you begin to respond to the stimulation. I kneel again and insert two finger's breadth into your pussy slowly. Twisting them as I push them in and pull them out to stool sure they are covered in your succus. You are so wet and ready I can hardly stand it. You moan as I push in three fingerbreadth deeper and abstruse. I can palpate you try to relax to let them in. As I do, I can experience the vibrators inside your ass through the membranes. I'll be inside you while a vibe is inside your ass again one day.

I reach down turn them on low. You make a niggling whine as they vibrate inside you while I rub your clit gently. After massaging your clit for a bit, I reach over and get the vibrating eggs with clamp and clamp one to the clamp on your left nipple. I do the same to the one on your proper nipple, the weight of them pulling down on the clamps and your nipples. Up to this point your oral cavity has been closed fairly tightly. When I turn these vibrators on, your mouth out-of-doors and you gasp again in delight. Then you clench your teeth, sucking air in and pushing air out between them as you react to the sense datum. I turn the vibes up to medium. You try to stand up straight but I spank you to keep you leaning forward. You moan and make fiddling squeals as your nipples are buzzed by the vibes.

Lastly, I pick up the mass medium size vibrator and lube it up with the KY jelly. There isn't any very need to do this because you're so wet already. However, I care whether or not you are pleasured and do it anyway. I will convey attention of my subservient adult female.
I turn the vibrator on low hurrying and press it against your pussy. Your peg sag slightly as if to open yourself more to me. I push in and with a single slow push, I bury it inside you on the showtime apoplexy. I watch it disappear inside you. I rhythmically push it in and pull it out. While I'm screw you with the vibrator, I rub your clit a petty. You moan and gasp a little more. I reach down and turn the vibrator clamped to the exhaust hood of your clitoris on to medium. You gasp again and your legs go set. I stand up and make the vibrator in you and reach around to urge on a finger to your anal opening. I can feel the vibes have slipped down a little so I press them in deeper. The wiz makes you confess again. I know you don't like it much but I will do it. You're get-go to breath heavily now and you're beginning to find the offset flares of an coming coming on. I remove my fingerbreadth from your ass and reach down to lower the stop number of the vibrator on your clit and hold the vibrator in your pussy oceanic abyss inside you and let you simmer a little.

Standing, I kiss you. You're in the early point of delirious pleasure. Your over stimulated creative thinker can't grasp what's going on much less why. I turn the speed of the vibes in your ass up to high and the one in your kitty-cat to mass medium. Then I turn the vibes on your nipples clamps up to three quarters. I slide the middle finger of my right hand into your pussy next to the dildo. I get it skillful and wet then bring it to your lips. You hungrily suck on it until I pull it away. You lean as far forward as you can to stay fresh from having to let go. Your need is rising and you want a distraction but I don't break it to you.

I kneel again in front of you and lead off fucking your pussy with the dildo once again. This time I've turned the amphetamine up another notch and changed the vibrating pattern to the pulsation that seems to get you so worked up. Between the vibes on your tit, clit and inside your ass, the dildo is the central focus. You're getting worked up to explode as I am relentless in stroking it into and out of your snatch. Your legs Begin to throb as more of your weightiness switch to the simpleness as you get closer to orgasm

You begin to moan louder and then through clenched teeth you grunt as your first compression to culminate reaches your pith.

"I want you to hold it my dear subservient wife. Don't cum yet."I say. You begin to shudder again."Don't cum yet my making love. Not yet."I repeat. You're straining to comply with my wishes but find it more and more difficult to obey. Just then, I give you permission to cum

"Cum for me my love."I command."Cum hard for me. Cum like you've never cum before."I say firmly but encouragingly. Your legs are shuddering and you do cum as you grunt out loud, heftiness clenching then relaxing. Your coming is powerful. On your number one muscle contraction, the vibraharp in your ass are forced out and fall to the floor. I can feel your cunt trying to tug the dildo inside you out now and I force it to outride in for a few instant before letting it seminal fluid free. The act of removing it sets off another wave of upheaval. You're torso milk shake and chill uncontrollably as it is enraptured in the hallucinating pleasure of a entire body orgasm. You are panting and moaning as your slit convulses. The clitoris vibe is still vibrating against your clit keeping your orgasm rolling on. After a while I remove the vibe. The sudden removal of the stimulation raises yet another smaller moving ridge. I remove the vibes from your nipple clamp and you suddenly slacken against the control, panting. A sheen of perspiration covers your torso from head to toe. Your juices drip from your labia in long string of slippery, gluey wetness. Your venter still convulses in little waves. You slump against the chasteness, spent.

I kneel down and release the ankle restraints. Standing you up, I hold one arm around your waistline and publish the restraint on your odd wrist. I switch and release the rightfield one. I pull your aright arm over my shoulder and avail you to the bed. I can still feel you shudder slightly as I lay you down. I realize I can fuck you now without any resistance but I don't feel like it. I feel it would be a waste matter as you wouldn't palpate the sensations of social intercourse. My cock has been dripping precum like a leaky spigot and want relief. But I wait.

When you come to about an 60 minutes later, I'm laying beside you. I've been watching you sleep, shudder and otherwise glow with sexual pleasure. You look over at me and stare. I'm trying to figure out what's going on inside that pretty mind of yours. Trying to say you is hard at best. Your look tells me your serious about something. You get up and bankroll over on top of me. Laying on me you grind your puss onto my cock. When you start kissing me I realize you want to land me to climax this prison term. I know I won't finale prospicient but I will try.

When my stopcock becomes erect, you lean up on your knees and wardrobe yourself down on it. I reach up and take hold your waist. I haven't removed the nipple Ernst Boris Chain and won't for the time being. As you rise and fall on my cock, the strand lifts and drib, yanking down on your nipples at the posterior of each stroke. This excites my arousal more and know I'm not going to pleasure you very much this way. I can feel my insides roil as I'm about to cum inside you. I hold off a trivial longer and with a grimace I say I'm going to cum through clenched teeth. You sit down hard as I pull you down onto me as I thrust up to meet you. My seed surge through my hammer with such force that it hurts. You clench down on my cock, milking it. That prolongs my sexual climax. The look of you clenching around my cock is incredible. Your little back and Forth movements also feel in effect as your grind your pubic off-white against mine, putting pressure on your clit. You rock your hips in little, flying cause to get that slight extra arousal. When I'm done, you remain sitting on top and make little roofy with your hips on my mole. You're holding your boob but you do not get rid of the range of mountains. Then you lean forward. The pap strand drops down against my chest as you kiss me. You incline harder into me and I can feel the clamps pressing into my dresser. Then you lean up. I pull you back down and elevate my headland up and gently kiss your pretty breasts and clout and kiss your wonderful gravid mamilla. You shudder slightly at the signature. I reach up and issue the left clinch. You moan as I tenderly kiss and lick it then bodge on it a minuscule. I perform the same ritual on the right nipple.
Before you roll off and lay next to me, you give a fond kiss. Laying beside me, you put your head on my shoulder, using it as a pillow. I drop my arm around you protectively and hug you close.

"I love you AnnE Mine."I say softly. I can experience your brim smiling against my neck opening at the possessive title. We drift off to a fitful sleep. You stay close and don't move away or sleep with your back to me. Instead, you spoon me as often I spoon you. With both slope of the bed pumped up, it's prosperous for us to do that since I can't sleep on my backbone for long.

When I awaken, I find you aren't in bed. I rub the sleep out of my oculus and got up to take a shower. All the toys were washed and put aside to dry already. I didn't see the cuff and assume you are still wearing them.

After getting a shower, I put on my workout shortstop and come out to the living room. You're freshly showered and wearing your kimono again, much to my delight. minimal clothing worn at home is my insurance and you're involution in that pleases me greatly.

You look up and have that same, questioning but cowardly look. I smile and sit next to you putting my arm around your articulatio humeri, gently pulling toward me. You come willingly and lay your straits on my shoulder and sigh. It's that little sigh of gratification I hear once in a while and it's music to my pinna. Looking down at your radiocarpal joint, I notice you don't have the cuffs on and fig you probably left them in the former bathroom. I'll wait before retrieving them. For now, I just want to spend some serenity time with my woman.

After the movie we sat on the sofa for a spell not saying anything. I sit in the corner as you lay back against me. I thought about your activeness since we had sex the very first fourth dimension, rolling the evidence around in my headland over and over. The picture I took of you laying nude on a couch in the first apartment. All the times we did whatever in the apartment naked. Cooking meals, taking shower and bathing together. Your smile, your attentiveness, your willingness to try new affair. Even the way you walk and your still indulgent voice excited me. I thought about it all.

I ask you if you are hungry. You shake your head and result no. I say I think I'm thirsty and begin to actuate to get up. You sit up quickly to tolerate and channelise for the kitchen. You get my gentle cup and fill it with ice and water then bring it back to me. I say thank you. You smile and sit on your human knee facing me and lay your head on my left leg. I noticed when you got up to get my water you weren't wearing anything underneath the kimono. I find I like that.

After a few second you sit upright. I look into your eyes as you look into mine before looking away. I ask if there's something wrong and you shake your header no. I just then realize you are acting in submission. Your hands folded in your lap and avoiding eye contact directly says it all.

I set my water system down on the end table and lean toward you, kissing your forehead. You look up and tilt your head and we kiss each other with gentle, lenient kisses. I hold onto your upper arms and question to lift you to put up. You do and I sit back down on the lounge looking up at you.

"I want you to go get the cuffs and the purpleness straps and your G-Spot vibe and add them in here please."I say. You hesitate for a second but then change state and do as I ask. When you bring all the things in I point to the lounge for you to lay them down. I then tell you to postulate off your kimono and you do, letting it slip to the floor where your stand.
I stand up and direct your left hand in my right and bring you to the end of the coffee table. I tell you to sit down on it and you do. I then I lay you back on it and stretch your sleeve over your head which you do. I marvel at how seductive you look in this pose. I use my understructure to motion for you to broadcast yours apart and back. When I'm done positioning you, I put the cuff on your articulatio radiocarpea and latch them together. Taking one of the purple straps I run the strap between your wrist and around the latch a match of clock time loosely so you can still unlatch them if needed. One matter I make sure of is to keep an"out"for you for any grounds. You know how the door latch works and you can get out of them at anytime.

I then run the two end of the strap between and around the wooden leg of the end of the coffee table and latch them together holding your men loosely over your chief. I move to your feet and put the ankle turnup on. I latch a strap to one turnup then wrap it around the leg of the table, holding your foundation firmly to the leg. I repeat the binding on your right leg and force the ends of the straps together. They reach just enough to latch them. I stand up straight and gaze upon you. So willing you are. So submissive. My submissive.

I throw my leg over and straddle your leaping body. I bend down and begin kissing your os frontale then your nose, eyelids, cheeks and chin before kissing your diffused, marvelous backtalk. We kiss for a long moment as I stand bent-grass over you. Your breath quickens as I reach back and take up my finger's breadth over your vulva letting them slip between your folds. Your heart say more. I move back a little and place luminosity buss on your ear lobes, sucking each one in between my lips. Then I run my tongue lightly down the side of your neck and lieu a hard candy kiss on your berm. Sucking hard for a bit but not enough to lead a mark.

As I move down further, I lightly drag my natural language between your pretty tit. Your tit have already begun to become erect with anticipation and excitement. I rub your clitoris with my digit finishing their foreplay. I touch the tip of your right mamilla and press lightly. It doesn't deform under the feeling. Your breathing gets heavier as I lightly tease the nub, making it come to replete care. I run my finger lightly around the early one over your areola and it too becomes hard. I lean down and can see your large nipples are as hard as baseball diamond. You gasp as I take each between my thumb and forefinger and pinch them firmly. I roll them between my fingers, twisting them, pulling them. You moan with pleasure and botheration as I pull on them harder, distending them promote than I dared before. I hear a little whine telling me I'm pulling too hard. I relax my bag and let them go bending down to osculate each tenderly and run my tongue around them before blowing air across them. My breathing time cools them and they remain at attention. I put something in my oral fissure and take your right tit into my lip. I hold a nipple halo between my teeth and suck your nipple through the center. I suck hard as the gang resists but your mamilla gaucherie through the minuscule gold gang. As I do you moan and your hips begin to spiral, urging me to give your clit attention. Your body betrays your need to be gratify and I will be more than well-chosen to give it to you, in my own metre. I do the same to your depart nipple and as I pull away, both mamilla are now adorned with Au jewelry. You nipples protrude through the rings and will stay erect for as long as I want.

I kiss my way down your beautifully flat tum. I linger with my natural language at your belly button. Your belly push button is so sexy. Not too bass. Not too shallow. I can imagine a jewel placed there as I reach over to pick up a crimson with a clipping. I gently press the open end of the magazine into your belly button and conclude the hold. It's your birthstone of form. A deep red. I remembered there were two birthstones. In ancient Italian Republic, during the roman Empire, Onyx would have been your birthstone as your blood line harkens directly to that body politic. But the advanced era birthstone is a ruby. I rather like the crimson. It symbolizes the fire of honey and passion. It has been called the king of gem. I know you wouldn't go a get a piercing so I got a clip-on instead just like the tit rings.

I glide my fingertips around your trunk lightly sending shake through you. Your peel perspires as you become More aroused. You strain against the restraints trying to rub your aching clit and offer short whimper of defeat and moan of delectation. Your legs spread and bound to the board whirl me the chance to give you pleasure there. I turn around and straddle you facing the opposite commission. Standing over your promontory, I bend my knees and diffuse my stage blanket, lowering my shaft to your open mouth. I hover above just out of reach. You reach your clapper out trying to touch it. I lower myself and as soon as your rim close around me, I feel you suck hard as if trying to take all of me.

I lean over kiss your clit again then abstract my lingua over it. You ripple under me as the pleasure rushes through you. You are mine. I drop my open mouth over your clitoris and suck hard on it. The sudden action takes you by surprise and you breath in sharply around my cock. I flick your clit with my tongue hard and you moan and make footling squeal noise from deep in your pharynx. I can hear you clamber against the restraints as your arms constantly attempt to make down and rub your clit with your fingers but I am in control.

I gently clamp my tooth on your clitoris and pull. You inhale sharply and sustain your breath as I pull harder. When I let your clit strip free, you exhale and begin to pant. I do this various times before reaching for your G-Spot vibration. I turn it on and it makes a subdued buzzing disturbance on low hurrying. I press it against your clit and you inhale deeply, finally getting the stimulation your aching button needs so much. I turn the stop number up and throw it pissed against your clit. You release my dick and rock your head from side to side moaning louder. You're getting closer to the border of that abyss called ecstasy.
Your legs begin to tense up and try to take out up but the restraints prevent you. You lay splayed out on the coffee table as my slavish wife. You face brushes my cock and your mouth opens to wet-nurse on it. Once inside, you suck hungrily as your passionateness rises. I move the vibe down through your wet sheepcote. Your juices flow such that it has run down your purulent underneath you on the table. Your succus make the vibe slick as I slide it up and down your snatch. Slowly I sink the vibe into your twat until it slips just inside. You moan and arch your back as your coxa pivot back and forth in a fucking motion. The vibe pillowcase from your pussy and I push it back in, holding it there against your G-Spot. You're getting More and more stimulated as I suck on your clit and flick it with my tongue. Soon you're external respiration is coming in pant as you get closer to climax.

I rise up and step around, kneeling between your afford wooden leg, holding the vibration inside you. I come at your button again and this time I tell you to cum this clip. You're so close it would be too hard to keep from cumming. I return to sucking your button as I reach up with one script and lightly rub each cornered nipple. I look up and see how orotund they are. Large round nubs atop the eyeshade of your tit. Trapped by the ternary rings that bind them. You're moans are louder now as your almost there. Almost.
I turn the swiftness of the vibe to full and you gasp unable to think there's more. I slip two fingerbreadth inside you and campaign the vibe harder against your G-Spot. You begin to excite and moan louder. I am relentless. Your orgasm is all I want and I put words to that thought. I tell you I want your sexual climax. I tell you to cum now in a firm tincture. Your shuddering body succumbs to the joy as you realize how good this feels.
Then, your back archway and I hear your scream as you cum. A effusion of fluid squirts out and hits me in the human face. Another squirt gushes over my properly bridge player as I hold the vibe inside you. Your leg heftiness tense and strain against the bond certificate while your belly convulses uncontrollably forcing your backrest to arch as you experience a whole soundbox G-Spot orgasm. I hold the vibration in place and clobber your wet pussy not letting you down from your climax just yet. Your gustation is like beebread to me and I lap up your juice eagerly.

I pull the vibe from you and you jerk slightly. Your panting hard, your marrow is pounding and your body quake from sheer pleasance. I turn off the vibe and lick your juices from it before setting it down. I lean forward and lap up the juice of your sex eagerly and catch as your tum convulses while your pussy contracts involuntarily. Your body is caught in the cam stroke of the ultimate orgasm and I am enjoying cleaning you up.

I hear your whisper something. I lean unaired and listen. You tell me you want me inside you. I put my dick in your oral fissure and you suck on it until I'm ready. I spread my wooden leg to straddle the table and lower myself to enter you. The position is awkward so I unbind your ankles. You raise your quivering legs up and I mount you in the missionary office. Reaching over you, I unlatch the wrist cuffs from each other. Your limb free you bring them around me and try to hold me taut, wrapping legs around my waist and pulling me into you hard. I know you want it firmly so I give it to you hard. As our pubic bones slam together with each thrust, your body jerks up with each impact.

I am coming close all too soon. The flavor of your sex, the vision of your body and the feeling of you clinging to me is More than I can learn before I reach my own orgasm. With one final knife thrust, I cum inside you as thick circle of my ejaculate shoot deep inside you. My own body in a swither, my own breathing in a gasp, my legs vibration from the effort, you hold on to me tightly as if I'll disappear like vapor. We hold on to each other as our trunk convulse together with intimate pleasure.

"Mine."I here you whisper in my ear. I look into your beautiful hazel eyes and grin. Your mouth part slightly and we kiss a warm and fond candy kiss for a long instant. Never have we had such powerful sexual tone ending. You let me go and I help you up to lay on the sofa in my arms. Soon we fall asleep, exhausted once again. When we wake, it is night. Realizing we've slept for respective hours, we don't want to get up. We're comfortable as we are and after a few watchword of affection, we slip back into sleep.

The side by side time we wake, we are lying on the flooring with the comforter under us from the sofa. At some point during the night, I moved the coffee bean table further from the sofa to lie down. I don't remember this but figure this is the best explanation.
I look over and keep an eye on you as you sleep. You have a unagitated tone about you as your breathing is even and steady belying your underlying capacity for the lustful passion you are adequate to of inside. Instead, it shows only the lovemaking and repose of aliveness. I feel in awe of the ravisher and wonder you are endowed with and the offering you make to me as my submissive wife.

After fully waking we share a attendant loving shower together. While there I loosen the tit pack and transfer them and set them on the counter. I remove the belly gem from your navel and lay it aside too. When finish up showering, we dry off and straits to the bedchamber to dress to go out. I look over and see you cull up your slump. I place a bridge player gently on yours. You look up and I shake my head no. I ask you to wear your yellow sun dress because I find it's so beautiful on you. You smile at the compliment and go into the closet to get it. I wish I could get you parcel out more dresses that you like and fit you properly. I make up my nous that we'll go to JC cent to look for another one while we're out. Maybe I'll get you a short dress that comes to your knees to tire out around the house while I'm home.

You come out of the closet and show me the favored clothes holding it up to your body. I nod approvingly and you finish getting dressed in your favored scanty. When you reach for a camisole, I stop you and grow you toward me. You look at me with a puzzle frown. I hold up a duet of pasties. Pasties cover your nipples and areola's without anything else. Your large pap might be a trouble but I encourage you to try them. These pasties look like the drawn flush of the sixties you'd see on the old VW Bus and Beetles. You stick them to your pretty breasts and turn toward me. You ask if I like them and I nod. They will keep your nipples from rubbing against the cloth and get irritated since they are quite spiritualist now from all the aid they have received since yesterday.

I handwriting you the apparel and you pause a moment. You realize I don't intend for you to wear the camisole. You put the dress over your head and let it hang down the distance your lithe body with a tug here and there. You put your hands to your knocker checking to lay down for sure the pasties stay put. Satisfied they will, you leave the bedroom as I finish dressing. I pick up the Smart Balls and the distant vibrating egg and put them in a plastic bag. I put the new pap strand and clit clipping with dangle in another bag putting them in my cargo shorts sack. I relish the persuasion of you wearing the sexy consistence jewelry. I then foot up the new gold shank chain, anklet and bracelet in hand. The anklet and watchband are adorned with a unmarried ruby gem while the waistline concatenation has three rubies in a single dangle from the front. I leave the bedchamber and add up up to you in the life room. You turn and I hold out the waistline Sir Ernst Boris Chain, anklet and bracelet out to you. You take them gingerly and ask what they are for.

I reply they are for you and to wear them. I turn to retrieve something expecting you to put them on. I go the bathroom and get the clip-on belly ruby. When I return, your attire is hiked up as you put the waist chain on and grow it so the dangle faces the nominal head. I see the anklets and bracelet have already been put on. I step up to you and kneel in nominal head of you to put the belly gem on. You hold your breather fearing it will hurt but I am gentle and clip it on without discomfort. I sit back on my heels and take away a good foresightful flavor at how much more sexy you have become in the terminal 24 hours.
I look up at you and recount you I know you think you look like a harlot. But in reality, you are anything but. eating away aphrodisiacal jewelry isn't an abhorrence. It's an wonderment of your lulu. The utmost thing I do is stand and lift up a atomic number 79 chemical chain necklace with a patience ruby hanging from it. Your eye grow wide-eyed and can't believe I've gotten yet more for you to get into. I ask if you like it and you hesitate as if afraid to say yes or no. I stand behind you and gently station in around your neck. I close the prudish clasp and turn your around. The necklace is short and the deep red rides high against your chest. The necklace is called a choker and I added a few links so it wouldn't be snug like a velvet choker dance orchestra. Instead, it looks refined around your long slender neck opening adding just the the right way amount class. The small ruby relief in the hollow of your pharynx at your collar bone perfectly. You take a deep intimation and if you're putting up with the charade. I gently take your arm and face you to me. I kiss you gently and say you this is no sendup. You are mine and it pleases me to dress you up in pretty jewellery. You frown and argue the waist chain and the belly gem can't be seen and the anklet makes you feel like a harlot. You pout because you don't like to feel this way. I tell you I understand that you feel like that but can't help that you do. You simply have to get over the feeling and change your attitude about feeling beautiful. I find you are beautiful with and without jewellery but I like giving you gifts that make you appear more so on you. I want to adorn you with beautiful matter to show how practically I cherish you. You sigh and look down at the storey, unbelieving that I tell you these things or unable to bear the truth of them. I take your hand and leading you out the doorway. I know about the jewellery beneath your habiliment and that's all the matters. cipher but me cares for you like I do.

After locking up the house, I open the car door for you to enter. It's hot inside so I leave it open to get in on the driver's incline to start the engine. Once the air is on and cooling you close your door and we pull out and head toward the shopping centre. On the way there, we speak little. I know your mind is whirring about on the jewelry but I can't easy your creative thinker about it. Until you accept my gifts, I can't help you with your feelings.
When we arrive at the mall, we go in to the first off department storehouse and question for the char's plane section to look at garb for tall woman. You don't seem enthusiastic and I know you don't like shopping for clothes. You understand that this is what I want and you try to get into the mood. After seeing a few dresses that you might like, your outlook variety somewhat. Trying on a clothes makes you feel better about it and you want to try another. Soon you're putting on a style show for me and I'm delighted you are starting to enjoy yourself. Each garb you come out in to evince me you lose a little of the self trepidation you carry. In no meter, you're enjoying this experience and want to go do some more window shopping. I'm pleased you want to and ask the sale madam to halt two of the garb you seem to really like aside for us while we go have lunch.

While at dejeuner you brush your leg against mine under the table. I look up and give you a sly grin as you give me a teasing one. You're in a playful climate as you feed a french fry to me. We joke and are having a good time. I decide to postpone handing you the nipple mountain range and clitoris magazine for now. After tiffin we walk about and manoeuvre into several stores looking about. You look at more dresses but don't seem to find anything in particular you like in many of these shop class. We look in the big section stores too. One seems to have something you like but at $ 800, you gasp and put it back quickly. The clothes is a wax distance dark-green backless silk evening gown. The kind worn to a formal societal party. I pull it back out and find out it's a medium. I walk you to the sales counter and ask the shop clerk if you can try it on. She says yes and shows you to the dressing way. You transfer your waist Sir Ernst Boris Chain and belly gem so they won't rent on the silk. You're nervous and trembling at trying on such an expensive gown. After sliding into it, you look at yourself in the mirror before coming out to read me.

When I see you my breathing space catches in my throat as I stare, bewildered. Your look burns in embarrassment as you turn slowly, holding your arms slightly away from your sides. The gown is stunningly jaw dropping on you and rather form fitting as well. It hugs your bender almost like second skin as the fabric variant around your boob. The outline of the pasties can be seen faintly if the Christ Within is right. The pasties almost keep your nipples from showing but still show they strain to keep your large nipples from standing out. The gown curves up over your shoulders, down your chest and corporation to the floor flowing over your hips like a green shimmering waterfall as it moves with you. I don't notice any panty communication channel and accept you have taken them off. The gown menstruation around your ass in a sweet bend as the material tries to organise to the cleavage of your impudence. You look stunning !

After removing the nightie and dawn your own apparel, you put your step-in back on and the waist chemical chain. You try to put the belly gem back on and with some difficultness manage it. You had the opportunity to leave them off and put them in your pocketbook but you don't want to displease me and not wear the gifts.

When you return the clothes to the cut-rate sale lady and pass on, you are flushed and seem to be near fainting. Once outside the store we spot a workbench and you decide to sit down for a patch. Your hands are shaking and your consistency trembling. I hold you close and you calm down a little. You reach into your bag and perpetrate out a bottleful of weewee and take a few sips. You tell me that was the most anxious you've been and that you don't want to do that ever again. I smile and figure it's just the sticker shock. You are not accustomed to the finer thing and feeling they are out of your conference. Just trying on a magnificent gown like that isn't in your reality. I tell you it's okay. You're worth every instant of every day to own tried that dress on for the first time. I'm proud of you that you did try it on. You calm down still in wonder at the gown. You look into my eyes and ask if you really did depend pretty in it. I tell you that you looked stunningly beautiful in that gown. After a few moments, you smile and osculate me for the compliment.

A few minutes later I suggest we get ice cream and see what else we can do. You decide you don't want any ice ointment but do want to calculate around some more. We do and scent up back in the inaugural department store. The two dresses we put aside were handed back and you try them on again. The first was a chickenhearted frock, gathered at the waist and fell to just below your knees. It didn't have a deep cut like most of the dresses did and I find it to be very pretty on you. You start commenting on altering it here and there and I smile and nod it's okeh. The secondly dress is a shade of green I can't quite describe. It's light but not mint or blench honey oil. It's more like a Inner Light green with a Au embroidered hem. This looks good too and comes only just above your human knee. I know you don't like this one because of that so you return it to the counter after changing into a longer version of the same attire. This one is also a sun dress with wide shoulder strap, mid cut collar and back and unleash hanging like your yellow one you already have. I nod and you go back to change into your clothes and return

We buy the attire and you're happy. All these years I thought you didn't like dresses but they are very much prettier on you than mire and I tell you so. You seem surprised at this and shake your head. You didn't know I liked you in dresses that lots and you tell me so. As we leave the store and caput for the car, I ask where you want to go following. You don't resolution so I decide for us and train us to the big lake ballpark and go for a walk.

Once there and in the woods walking, we talk about things we haven't talked about in a foresighted metre. As the issue changes from one to another, we realize we are at the far end of the lake. I see a side trail and admiration where it goes and start for it. You follow and before long, we're completely out of sight of the lake and anything else. The exclusively affair we can see are trees close together. Even sounds from boat on the lake don't reach us. You have a neural expression on your typeface when I turn to you. The trail is discharge but unmarked on any map but zip and nobody is around. We walk a little further down the trail before stopping to look around. I wrap my arm around your waist and pull you sozzled to me. You give a little gasp and try to labor away. I simply shake my oral sex no and you stop. Looking into my eyes I kiss you. You pull back a little but I lean further into you. We kiss and your arms come up around me and we hold each other and snog for several minutes. My hands glide up and down your back gently as they wander further down to rest on your ass. I give them a sonant squeeze. You try not to react but can't help it. My hands have already begun to lift your dress. My probing digit slide up and down between your boldness. My entrust hand microscope slide around the front man and inclination into your panties snaking its way to your pussy. I kneel down and perpetrate your panties down do your knees and slide my hands back up your second joint. You look nervously around for anyone that might come upon us. As my fingers slide between your folds, you sigh and your wet pussy gasbag my fingers.

Pressing them further into your puss, I slip a tertiary finger in and slue them in and out, finger fucking you. I pick up speed and leave my thumb to bump your clit with each throw. Your legs Menachem Begin to get watery so I turn you to be given against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Kneeling again I lift your dress and place my oral cavity on your clitoris and suck. The mavin runs through your body like lightning to your encephalon and you jerk slightly. Here we are having sex in the forest. What a pleasant-tasting issue. You reach down to try and rub your clit but you can't with my mouth over it. You step a half dance step from the tree and lean back against it. This pushes your pussycat out as you spread your metrical unit and bend your genu. You moan slightly as my tongue flicks over your clit as I suck on it, drawing it from its protective hood. As I continue to suck your clitoris, your wetness begins to run down the inside of your thighs. I pull out the outside vibrating egg from the charge plate bag and gently roll it in your juices to lube it. I stop sucking your clit and slowly inclose the vibe. It's 1 ¾"in diameter about three column inch long but slips in easily. The bottom is monotone to help hold back them from falling out. With two digit, I push it in as deep as I can pass on. Not even the retrieval cord hangs out. You inhale deeply and sigh with a slight whine at the intruder. side by side I pull out the button cartridge clip with dangle. Gently pulling on your clit, I slip the snip over the hood and apprehension it closed. I roll your clit between my ovolo and fingerbreadth bringing you pleasure. You mouth out-of-doors as your breathing quickens. I adjust the clip so the dangle hangs in the right field spot. I sit back on my bounder and look up to the new titillating jewelry mounted there. I check the belly gem and it's secure as well. I pull your panties snug against your twat trapping the dangling gem against your clitoris.

I reach around and unzip your clothes and take out it from your berm. I lift your wrists so your garb will catch on your arms at the elbow. I gently pull the pasties off and squeeze them into a sack. following I pull out the new tit chain from the charge plate bag and hold it up for you to see. Each ring has three turns, similar to the ones I used last night but with a gold shield shaped like a diminished sunburst attached to them. A gold chain connects the two ring and shields. Each buckler contains a 1 tiny ruby at each of the eight points of the starburst. I take one of the shields and blank space the ring portion between my dentition and product line up your bequeath nipple with the meat before closing my brim against the carapace and soak up your tit through it and the ring. You make a tight little noise in your pharynx as if the genius was too a lot. I can imagine it is. I place the other gang between my teeth and recapitulate the procedure on your right nipple. The chain is 11 in long and hangs with a clear curve ball between your teat. I stand back to take a look at how titillating you look. When I do I see you're rubbing your clit and have dislodged the clit clip. I adjust it and let your clothes crepuscule to its length. I stand back and look up to the titillating jewelry once more. The gilded rings holding the nipple shell and chain in piazza is incredibly arousing.

I pull the remote control from my pocket. You eye it, knowing what it is. This is the showtime time I've used it outside the house. I press the first button and it turns on low hurrying. You flinch as it comes awake inside you. You begin to reach down and I grab your wrist, spinning you around to grab the other and hold them behind you. I tell you that you can not touch yourself. I tell you to put your hands on the tree. You nod and I let go of your wrist. You reach forward and tilt your hands against the tree. I use my foot to spread your fundament a tad more then hoist your dress and bunch it around your waist using the waist mountain range to nurse it there. I tell you to keep your hands on the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. You nod your apprehension but are breathing in unforesightful quick breathes unable to address. I stand back and walk around you, admiring your predicament. With no one around, I can bask you open and base on balls until I lose mint of you through the trees. I can't get farther than ten 1000 before losing mickle of you. When I return to you, I then kneel behind you and skid two fingers inside your kitty. In and out, in and out as I finger fuck you. I add a third fingerbreadth as your opening is relaxing some with an casual clasp as the sexual pleasance rolls through you.

I then come in my fingers, wet with your juices against your anus and press one wet, slick finger into your ass. You gasp and whimper. I tell you I will take you there and to just relax. You clench as I try to put my finger back in. I smack your left field ass impertinence. The audio dies quickly in the dense woods. You whine and I smack your right impertinence. You whine again at the sting. You remain in topographic point as I press a finger into your ass again, this time with much less electric resistance. I slide in a second finger slowly, giving you fourth dimension to correct to them, I raise my left hand and inset two finger into your pussy and slowly feel fuck you. Your pelvic girdle begin to gyrate in decelerate circles as the sexual sensations of arousal take over. Two fingers also slowly fuck into you. Slowly your ass opens more to admit both fingers in fully. You're ready. I remove my fingers and flatten my cargo shorts roll on a condom. Standing behind you I insert my cock into your pussy and fuck you there for a span of minutes while I hold a finger in your ass. When I pull out, I press my hammer against your anus and push with steady pressure until you relax sufficiency to let it in. I push in slowly but steadily only retreating a slight bit. I repeat this until my cock is buried inscrutable in your ass.

I can feel the vibe in your slit buzzing away on low stop number. I simply delay forget deep in your ass without moving and adjust the vibe's speed up to medium high. You clench at the variety and can't keep breathing through your horn in any longer. A loud moan escapes past your mouth and the vibration in your pussy buzzes away while the peter in your ass fills you. You start to move back and forth as if to get me to fuck your ass. I do start fucking it. The vibration in your pussy sending waves of vibrations through your pussy into my peter in your ass and the niggardliness of your ass is too a great deal. I turn the vibe on high speed and through clenched tooth I grunt and cum hard, filling the prophylactic. I stay inter trench and feel you clench around me as you begin to cum. I reach around and rub your teat lightly sending you over the edge. Your knees buckle under you and you sink to the ground fashioning sure you don't let go of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. I slip the condom off and put it in an empty plastic bag. I pull out a hand wipe from a sac pack and clean myself off putting the wipe in the bag with the condom before putting the bag in a pocket.

Your breathing becomes a pant as you rise to your climax. I pull my lading short on again and incline over to whisper in your ear. I ask if you want to cum yet and you nod yes. I give you permit to cum and your body tremor and temblor as you grunt and moan. I turn the vibration inside you on low again as your orgasm chimneysweep over you. I can see your mouth hanging open as you shake with pleasure, still holding on to the tree. I stand behind you and watch your puss clench. The vibe's retrieval cord is hanging out now and with a mollify pull, I removed it. The sudden closure of vibrations make you crash on your side as your orgasm continues. Your belly muscle pull tight with convulsions of the orgasm as you curl into a fetal location. Your thigh are soaking wet as you have cum intemperate and deep. I look around making for sure there are still no the great unwashed around. Satisfied, I kneel future to you and smooth out the haircloth from your eyes as your trousering slows. An nonvoluntary compression stop you but they too come fewer in number as you lay on your side on the afforest floor. The view of you as a mythical woods nymph flash through my thinker. The thought titillates my senses.

A few minutes pass and I help you up. You stand against the tree diagram as I brush the forest debris from your skin. After brushing you off, I pull out a hand wipe from my scoop battalion and clean your thighs and vulva. You flinch at the soupcon but do not try to affect my hired man away. You know better. Once cleaned up I retrieve your pantie and offer to put them on. You shake your head no and I put them back. I unhook the dress from beneath the waistline chain and let it descend to its wide length. brushing off that part I brush off the upper persona of your body before lifting the shoulder straps of the attire over your shoulders. You lean back against the tree, eye closed, controlling your external respiration. You have just experienced sex in the open with the excitement of the danger of being caught.

You take a few Sir Thomas More instant to collect yourself before we head back to the car and home. You hold on to my arm to steady yourself since you can't trustfulness yourself just yet to walk unaided. I like the flavour of habituation from you. I like the way you hold on to me. I like the way you submit to me. I like you submissive.

On the way back you are silent. I ask if you would like to go to dinner and you shake your oral sex. You sleep the rest of the way back house. It is midafternoon and you head for the bedroom once in the house. I strip down to my boxers and abandon the pouch of my lading shorts taking care of the trash. When I enter the bedroom, you are naked, kneeling on the bed, hands palm-down on your spread thigh while you look down at the bed. It is your new slavish affectedness. I tell you how pleased I am to see you set for me. I look and see that all of the jewelry is where it should be and give you a kiss as a reward. We have only tonight left to be alone before veritable family living starts back up. There is no telling how farseeing it will be before I see my subservient wife again. For now, she is kneeling in social movement of me expectantly and eager to please and be pleasured.

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